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Exploring Casual Sex While Being Demisexual

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Sexuality is a broad spectrum. Everyone has different preferences regarding dating and being intimate with others, but some groups of people show certain common grounds. Many of them don’t necessarily feel the need to be labeled, but being part of a group can help us find our own voice for many of us. 

Labeling various aspects of our sexuality can help us identify our needs and desires and share them with the community. It allows us to find other people like ourselves. However, some preferences may be confusing even to people that define themselves as those. 

What exactly is demisexuality? Can demisexuals enjoy casual encounters? How to manage your physical craving without a long-term relationship? Here, you will find some information that will hopefully help you answer those questions. 

Demisexuality

Humans are sexual beings. The vast majority enjoys various kinds of sex, as it is no longer just a matter of procreation but a healthy way to relieve stress, have fun, experiment with new feelings, etc. While some can enjoy masturbation, their silicon wives, or random sex with strangers, not all people can and want to do those things. 

Demisexuality is one of the sexual orientations where people feel sexual attraction to someone only when they have an emotional bond with that person. At the same time, they can be gay, straight, pan, bi, and they may have any gender identity. 

Contrary to some beliefs, the bond demisexual people need to enjoy sexual encounters doesn’t need to be love or romance. For many of them, friendship will be more than enough. 

Right now, you may think, “but don’t many of us wait to have intimate relationships after we create some bond?” Yes, but for demi people, it’s not about choice. They don’t do it because they want to, but because they won’t feel sexual attraction until after they befriend someone. They are not simply people who decide to date someone before having sex. 

Casual Encounters

Seeing their friends hooking up in bars and having a good time with total strangers may be annoying for demi people. Most people need physical closeness from time to time, but some don’t want to engage in serious relationships. 

Being the only one who goes to a party with friends and goes back alone isn’t nice. You never have any wild, fun stories to tell in the morning, and you can feel like you are too picky and that your friends perceive you as a prude. Nevertheless, have you ever had casual sex that you enjoyed? If you didn’t have casual sex at all, do you want to?

If the answer is “no,” then you don’t have anything to feel weird about. Sex with strangers, especially after alcohol, can be really awkward, and lots of people lie that it was wonderful, just to feel better. You can always fulfill your physical needs in different ways. Doing it by yourself has many benefits, including getting to know your own body. 

Friends With Benefits

Friends with benefits is a fantastic way to have someone you can be close to with no strings attached. It is also a perfect arrangement for demis. Platonic friendship or love is also the connection that may allow demisexual people to have good sex without long-term relationships. 

If you don’t want to ruin your social circles, you can look up people on the Internet. There are sites designed especially for looking for friends with benefits, and putting your sexual preferences on your profile page can help you avoid people that want something different. 

Having a platonic sexual relationship will allow you to explore your sexual side without distractions and fights that usually couples have. You can try various things and techniques and see what you are into. 

However, there is a tricky part of the FwB relationship that people tend to forget. If you want it to work, you have to remember that you are not a couple. It can get really awkward if one person “catches” feelings and the other one doesn’t. You have to establish clear ground rules of the arrangement and follow them thoroughly. 

The Bottom Line

Demisexual people will indeed have a harder time finding relationships with no strings than others. However, in most cases, it can be done. There is no reason for demisexual people to be abstinent when dating is out of the question. You can have sex for any reason, from physical need to the mental need of closeness. It is important to take your time and find someone you will have a good time with, so you won’t end up hurt or in an uncomfortable situation. 

Remember that you don’t have to do things that make you feel awkward just because other people are doing this. You can take everything at your own pace. Embracing your sexuality can help you feel better and accept yourself just the way you are. 

Maze is a lifestyle writer, dominant in life, submissive in other activities. She participates in shibari workshops and works as a BDSM model for both workshops and photoshoots. Her writing focuses on positive sexuality, and her goal is to educate people on safe sex, kinks, and accepting your whole personality. Maze wants to see a world where no one will be frowned upon for expressing themselves or their hobbies.

Erotica: The Recording Session

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Jamie sighed and rested her temple against her thumbs for a moment, glad the singer’s booth didn’t have a line of sight to the booth. Fucking singers, man. They all pranced in here thinking they could knock out a vocal track in under half an hour, surprised when their time stretched out closer to five hours. This one had been particularly frustrating, though they had just hit the two hour mark. She fully expected to need to put in several more today on this project, just working with this singer. She smirked slightly as she acknowledged the time, knowing her pay for the day would be quite sufficient to soothe the headache, not to mention the extra enjoyment she got from the consensual degradation they were quite literally paying her for.

She could almost do this in her sleep. Pressing the intercom button as she cringed to hear the out-of-tune pitches coming out of that girl’s mouth, she used her driest tone of voice, “I’m going to start this section over and we’re both going to pretend you never made those sounds.” She released the button momentarily for effect, then slowly levered a fingernail down on it again, “In fact, just do it twenty more times. Maybe then I’ll get some usable material.”

She smiled, queuing up the other tracks again for a few more runs, crossing her legs to enjoy the tingle she got from getting to be totally honest for a living. She made some corrections and helpful coaching suggestions between takes, since she couldn’t just give the degradation the whole time, even though her excellent reputation might be able to take the heat that might bring. After the seventh, she engaged the intercom again. “Well, look at that, you managed it in seven. Here I thought we’d need twenty. I’ve pulled the best and inserted it into the full audio file. Come on out and have a listen.” Jamie considered tossing a “good job” but after two hours and not even being through the second verse, figured it wouldn’t come off as sincere anyhow. Fair enough. It wouldn’t have been.

Barbie emerged from the booth. The name truly fit. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that would definitely be marketable from a producer’s standpoint. She could have dressed casually for a studio session, jeans or yoga pants, but she wore a tiny lightweight skirt that barely flared past the crease in her assumably pert derriere paired with a shirt cut low enough to emphasize her generous breasts. She also happened to be just about the sweetest client who’d ever come in for a session, with plenty of someone’s money to spend. Maybe Daddy, who knew? She had patiently put up with all of Jamie’s brusque prodding and blunt critiques, continuing to take notes and improve. She came out and took a seat on the couch for the listen-through. The pitches were all working finally, but Jamie knew the issue was something else. The song was definitely looking to sell sex, and it was a barely covered innuendo that fit the girl’s body and outfit, but didn’t seem to match her personality.

“May I ask a personal question?” Jamie inquired. At Barbie’s bubbly nod, she continued. “How are you feeling about this? I usually recommend clients produce pieces that fit their personalities, but I get the impression this one may not quite fit you. Are you sure this is the direction you’re wanting to go?”

Barbie scootched forward on the couch, exposing more of her bare legs, cocking her head slightly. “I’m not certain I understand what you mean,” she said.

Jamie felt a little uncomfortable having to explain, but pushed ahead anyhow. She opened with her characteristic straightfowardness. “This song is very sexual,” she said slowly and carefully, almost as if speaking to a child, somehow feeling as if she were explaining sex to someone who really ought to know what it is. “The energy I feel from you,” she continued, waving her hand vaguely in the air to elaborate, “is more of a bubbly, happy energy. This song lacks a major piece it needs to give it the punch you’re looking for. You need to tap into a whole different kind of energy if this is the kind of thing you’re looking to convey. It needs to drip sex, and every sound you make should be steeped in it. Breathing should sound like moans or pants, and your voice should have moments where it’s a little breathy from sexual excitement.”

Barbie’s bubbly expression shifted a bit to something Jamie couldn’t quite get a read on. Not anger, but, “So you’re saying I should be more sexual?” Barbie’s words interrupted Jamie’s attempts at reading her expression. Somehow, she’d slowed down her arm movement, seeming a bit lazier. The voice had dropped as well, sounding a little huskier.

Jamie laughed. “Well don’t waste it on me, if you’ve got it.” It sounded slightly dismissive, intentionally. “Take it to the booth and see if you can get it there.” She turned back to the sound board, making adjustments for the next take, when she caught a glimpse of Barbie in her peripherals. She was bending over next to the couch, straight legged, unbuckling her strappy sandals. It was suddenly obvious to Jamie that Barbie wasn’t wearing any panties, so she took a moment to enjoy the view of the now confirmed as pert derriere and what appeared to be a rather pinkened and aroused bare cunt. Barbie straightened slowly after slipping off her shoes, tossing her hair back and meeting Jamie’s eyes with a hint of challenge. Jamie didn’t even try to pretend she hadn’t been watching. Dismissive and degrading were clearly working for both of them.

Barbie walked back to the vocal booth, though to Jamie’s mind, walking wasn’t an entirely sufficient word to express the way she moved. It was almost a glide, but rolling hips and dragging toes somehow made breasts and ass more prominent and noticeable. She shut the door of the booth and positioned herself in front of the mic again. Jamie queued up the musical tracks and started another take, only to stop it before the first verse was done. She gleefully poked the intercom button with her middle finger. “If you’re going to do this without the slut shoes, I’m going to have to adjust your mic to the new height, otherwise the sound quality isn’t going to match. Either that, or you’re going to need to put them back on if you don’t want to sit on the stool.”

Barbie spoke her response into the microphone, requesting the adjustment. Jamie headed back and stepped into the booth with the singer, realizing the buxom blonde was an inch shorter than her without the heels. Barbie took a linger step backwards to allow Jamie space to step in to make the adjustments, brushing what Jamie suddenly realized were erect nipples casually across her arm with the movement. Jamie smirked to herself, knowing it was likely a calculated move. This session was beginning to get a lot more interesting. She made the adjustments to the equipment and stepped backwards to allow Barbie to move in and do a height check, nipples magically brushing her again. With everything lining up, Jamie headed back to the booth, hoping to utilize some of that sexual tension Barbie had started building to lay down a track they’d both be pleased with.

They took it from the top. “Look, you’re oozing sex at me now, and that’s awesome,” Jamie said bluntly into her board mic, “but I want you to channel all of that into this song. Whatever you need in your head to get it there is up to you, I’m just here to get the best performance out of you we can possibly get.”

Jamie had already hit record when Barbie responded in a breathy voice, dripping with sexual invitation as requested, “You can’t tell me you didn’t watch every second of my bare pussy when you had the chance. You can tell all those things you’ve said have me aroused.” Perfect. She’d clip that later for the unedited outro that only appeared on the album track.

Too bad the sing through was a starting point rather than the final sex-filled sound she wanted. She sighed. Clearly this one required a little more hand-on encouragement than she usually preferred. Poking the button again, she made sure to add a smidge of disdain. “Whatever you’re thinking clearly isn’t good enough. Apparently even throwing yourself at me like a common slut isn’t good enough. Now we’re going to try it my way.” She hit record on her way past, grabbed the stool and marched it back to the booth. She gestured dismissively to indicate Barbie move and placed the stool in front of the microphone.

“Sit, slut,” she commanded. Barbie’s eyes glowed almost luminously and she obediently complied. “Nipples,” Jamie said, gesturing vaguely. Barbie slid her hands up and pinched them, hard. Interesting, Jamie mused, since she wasn’t really giving much command. They were already erect, and the pinching was likely quite enjoyable to her, given her gasps and moans. “How slutty are you, really?” Jamie asked. “Do you want to show me?” Barbie moaned with full throat and pulled her shirt off, the nipples on beautiful breasts fully erect and straining. She looked up with a coy expression, fluttering eyelashes as she slid the hem of her skirt over her thighs to expose that bare cunt. She slowly spread her legs to reveal that it was even more flushed than before, swollen and dark pink, eager little clit just as erect as the nipples. Jamie could see the wetness glistening there, and a part of her longed to slide hands over the sensitive flesh. She stood watching dispassionately, though. Clearly the game was in the disinterest, and Jamie could play that game like a champ.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” she asked, sounding almost bored by the thought. Barbie breathed a yes. “Don’t you dare,” Jame snapped. She could visibly see Barbie’s cunt swell and tremble at the words. “I don’t want your filthy cunt juice on the equipment. Now let’s try it again. I’d hate to have to open the studio door and let the other execs see what a complete whore you are. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you come afterwards.” She stalked back to the booth, leaving the vocal door open so she could see Barbie half-naked and spread on the stool.

The take was perfect. Jamie knew it would be. She didn’t tell Barbie via intercom, though. She walked back to the booth and asked what reward she wanted for being such a good girl. Turns out she got paid to sit on Barbie’s face and finger that beautiful sopping wet cunt. Ain’t showbiz grand?

For The Lust Of Lotti

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She was quite a sight to behold. She slid her bottom around on the satin sheet like she was trying to get comfortable. The four-point restraints had given her very little wiggle room. Somewhere in the background, there was music playing. It was a mixtape. I’m not sure how much thought went into the music selection. Voluptuous breasts, untamed curls, a peach of a pussy, a fantasy to be consumed. How much more could a group of sexual deviants ask for. Even thinking the word deviants made me giggle. I had never been more respected, revered, or appreciated than by these people. Their passion for freedom and non-judgment made evenings like this a thrill and joy. 

If we had all gotten dressed and gone home right now, it would have been a successful evening. But as I watched the various members of our sweet little club pack up things or get undressed, act as though they didn’t see a restrained naked woman in the middle of the room. I had to contain my giggle of elation. They were respecting the fact that she said no toys rule. To her, everybody was quiet. The master and slave combos and a couple of Doms whispered and pointed, deciding the part they wanted. They were being strategic and wanted to make the most of what was on offer. Voices were non-descript, and nobody moved. Every person there understood the power of making somebody wait. This was the mind game of play. 

The fantasy of an orgy was just that, even for many of these players. Lottie was there to surrender to her wildest fantasy. All involved knew this wasn’t a session. It was play. It was about heightening her emotions and the pleasures of the flesh. Deprivation of touch and anticipation would mean her body would feel every touch and taste all the better. As the group planned, our host placed a candle warming bowl with oil on the table. Without a sound, he motioned to the bowl and took a step back.  Two of the Doms were stripped down to underwear. Kenny still had on his socks.

They each generously lathered their hands with oil and went to either side of the bed. They made eye contact and approached the bed like two synchronized swimmers walking to the pool and stopping at the edge. With broad, silly smiles, each placed a hand on her thighs and oiled the length of her leg down to the ankle, adjusting their hands so as they slid up, they open her legs and exposed her sex. One after the other, a single slap and oiling of their side of her pussy.  Their hands journeyed across her luscious curves, encompassed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I never would have thought these two could bring such humour and lightness to the room. They were delighted with the smiles and giggle from everyone. They broke the tension, and others found their courage.

The host tapped his finger on her wrist indicating time, and flashed 10 fingers. Or make her wait 10 minutes. With that, Beanpole was on his knees, and a cock was in his mouth. Tears rolled down his face as he gagged while being face fucked. His humiliation continued as his arms were cuffed behind him. He was not afforded the dignity of a blindfold; his tormentor was the first slave auctioned this evening, and his master directed the humiliation with verbal jabs and taunts. Beanpole was fully erect, and his cock danced wildly. One of the taunters had found a strap rhythmically torturing beanpoles cock. Cries of pain were cut off with the gagging. Without warning, he was manhandled into standing up.

When his eyes were wiped, he was to take the one who had just taken him, a volley of spit hit his cock, lubing him up to enter the ass of his playmate.  Several sets of hands massaged the faceless slave’s ass as we waited. Across the room, Tink was enjoying being treated to a thorough pussy eating by the female Dom. Tink’s legs wrapped around and convulsing with pleasure. I envisioned Tink’s head tipped back as I queened her. The body heat was increasing, and faces seemed to blur and fade as the frenzy of pleasure was raised with the foreplay. I found my bottle of water and finished it. I enjoyed my job as safety tonight, but my tits ached to be caressed and squeezed, my pussy pulsated, and my panties were soaked.

Tink was wearing a high cut, lace bodysuit, and a pair of 4-inch heels. The sides reached all the way to the top of her hip so that her legs looked quite long. She was at the bed head on the right-side, twirling a long ostrich feather between her thumb and index finger. My guess is it barely made a breath of wind, yet somehow Lottie knew someone was nearby. Instead, she started to speak; instead, she wet her lips and literally held her tongue between her teeth for just a moment.

Her breath was a bit ragged but still controlled. As Tink barely brushed Lottie’s arm, Beanpole had covered his hands in oil and began to massage one of her feet.  She was tense, you could tell, because she was pressing her hips into the bed. Hands wandered over her body. She struggled as one of the men put his hand on her stomach. He read her mind, leaned forwards and whispered what she needed in her ear.  His nails drew a figure- 8 across her pelvis, hesitating at her treasure trail but never dipped a finger neat her pussy. He continued to whisper and stroke her body. The tension lessened and she released her hips. He didn’t kiss her. I don’t even know if he was still talking to her. She was in her body, not in her head. She leaned into some touches and flinched from others. He drew his hands back and kissed her navel before letting the others finish what she started. 

Someone else joined in. Three sets of hands massaged and saturated her with attention. A male head of blond hair covered her face. His kissing seems to light something in Lottie. Lotti’s body rose and fell at a steady rhythm. She was so ripe and ready. He moved down her neck and was distracted by the woman suckling Lotti’s breast. He massaged and twisted it while kissing the other woman. She put her hand in his shorts and worked his cock.  He rubbed and flicked Lotti’s tit in time to the hand job he was getting.

In my mind, I knew what she was feeling. She held her breath, and warmth rushed over her. She exhaled slowly to try and control the fireworks being set off in her nervous system. She figured she needs to control her responses. She didn’t know what letting would feel like. She was afraid.  The one thing she needed was to let go. I knew how alive her body was. It felt electric. The room smelled of sex. this was to be her clit was swollen, and a butterfly kiss would make her cum. Her vagina pined to be filed. I placed a hand on her cheek so she would know I was there. 

I asked so others could hear me, “red?”

“No,” came clear and fast.

“Yellow?”She hesitated. I looked at the others and raised my eyebrows. It was only a few seconds, just long enough for the others to withdraw themselves.

“I’m good,” was all she said. The group descended and continued. A naked man lid between her legs and kissed her sex. His tongue slipped between her lips and started to eat. Lapping up her wetness, his arms were under her thighs and held her to his face moving with the undulations of her hips. 

My head was close to hers. I traced the edge of her ear and down her neck. I whispered encouragement and compliments. I told her to let her mind go to be in her body. Accept the worship, feel the adoration in every nip, scratch and touch.  She nodded, and I stepped back.  I walked over to Beanpole with my back to the room. 

“You were a really good boy tonight. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, be quick!”

I collected napkins and emptied bottles from around the room while the gang banged on. It was a little after three. The players moved around her. They pleasured each other and metered attention onto Lotti. Our host tapped playmates, and they slowly moved away. The dark circle of wet was proof of Lotti’s pleasure.  There had been no penetration, no final bang? What the hell? Really! They were going to leave her hanging? I was pissed for her. Our host put a finger to his lips as the players began to mumble. 

“Lovely Lotti, we thank you for being a dessert buffet of delights. You have a room of people who want this to be your fantasy fulfilled. Are you still green, or are we done?” he smiled slyly as he spoke the last sentence. 

“Get the condoms on and make ‘em all green,” She laughed and pushed her breast up. Out host laughed and said, “let the ravishing begin.”  Everyone was in for a piece of the pleasure. Hands were caressing and squeezing.  Kisses, nips and sucking filled the space.  Those waiting their turn masturbated to the show in front of them. Asses were smacked or fingered; vaginas were pleasured. Lotti let go. She found her perfect cock. The frenzy did its job, with the third cock, not the longest, but definitely the thickest. He moved slowly and held deep for a moment. As he increased his pace, she struggled against the restraints to raise her hips to him. Without stopping, he motioned to her quick releases and left the cuffs attached. She drew up her knees and pressed into her hips.

He growled, “Yes” He increased his speed, and the playgroup began a retreat. Then he drew her down, so he had one leg on the floor and a knee on the bed. And I swear to god, I have never seen this before; he was dancing with her cunt. He would go deep, do a pelvic thrust and pull back with his hips in the forward position. As he pulled back, he pressed her right hip down and rotated her hips. He fucking salsaed her cunt. Instantly, I could feel him in me, my whole body throbbing to take all of him in. Lotti’s breath was fast and a little rough. Moans from deep inside filled the room as the two gyrated couplings were all over the basement. The main ring was inspiring. 

Lotti pulled up around the perfect cock as he brought her to climax.  Bucking against him until she froze in time. Her nails dug in, and she flicked her hips a half dozen times very slowly, and a mouse’s squeal was buried in his chest. He held her inside for a moment, kissed her hard and walked away. He tossed the condom in the trash. He saluted the room as he collected his pants and shorts. He left the basement, singing goodbye. I clapped a hand over my mouth to contain the giggle. My body was tired. My arms and legs ached, everything was funnier, I was done. As I curled up on the couch, I watched the others talk and reassure each other. Lotti’s mask was removed, she was offered a blank and a plate of fruit. What a night.

Orgasm Control

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This is a question that is self-explanatory.  So here it is:

Reader: Orgasm control and denial are topics of interest for me. I’ve heard lots of good things, but also that it can cause negative side effects. What do you think? Any tips?

First things first.  Can denial produce negative effects?  Many old wives’ tales suggest this to be true.  Some claimed that too much sex is bad; others said that denial is the road to ruination.  In the Reefer Madness era, believe it or not, there were even ones that said you would go blind if you masturbated excessively.  Yet the worst that happened to me is that I wear contact lenses.  Negative effects from orgasm control are a similar urban sex legend.  Sexual denial usually produces no negative effects — other than causing fewer orgasms in your life. Albeit bigger ones!

The purpose of orgasm manipulation is basically to make for better, bigger more intense orgasms.  (Sounds like a late night TV advertisement for the Orgasmotron – but wait, there’s more!)  Most of us practice a form of orgasm control even in the vanilla sex world. — most men delay orgasm for as long as possible to increase mutual pleasure.  But in BDSM, we have raised this to an art form.  Let’s look at the two major classes of devices used in orgasm control – the “chastity belt” and the “cock cage”.

Since many things old become new, the chastity belt for females is making a comeback.  As we become a more  egalitarian society, it was only natural to expect chastity devices to be equally available to all sexes. Or to put it into Mad Men advertising language, “Chastity devices ain’t just for men anymore.”  The effect of a chastity belt worn by a submissive – both from a role play point of view and a control perspective – can be awesome.  Recently, lightweight plastic/composite belts have replaced the old bulky leather/metal ones; these high-tech belts are not the heavy locked affairs of Elizabethan times.  These modern versions are a unique (although expensive) way for a Dominant to establish the ultimate in orgasmic and sexual control. 

The cock cage too has felt the advancement of technology in its development.  From the early plastic versions (the CB 2000) to the modern stainless alloy types, just like face-masks, they are available in a myriad of designs.   (Once this pandemic is over, you can use your spare face-masks for BDSM play!)  But whether  used for pleasure or punishment – or anything in between – ultimately the aim of such devices is to make your play more exciting.  

There is no doubt that sexual denial can increase horniness.  (Just go to a singles bar on a Friday right after work.)  But if you practice sexual denial on purpose, you can increase the anticipation and raise the sexual excitement to a fevered pitch.  “Don’t masturbate (or have sex) until I see you next week” is a popular Dominant’s technique that can turn the submissive into a horny, sex-crazed obsessive by the time they see each other.  

Another technique of orgasm control is that of bringing a submissive to the brink of climax over and over again.  Whether ending in a “ruined orgasm” or a “super orgasm,” this “tease and denial” technique can be done over a period of hours (or days…WOW!) and can be excruciatingly exciting.  Coupling BDSM play with “tease and denial” in a s scene a great way to produce explosive orgasms.

There is one area I have left to last – the legendary training of a submissive to “cum on command.”  This has an almost mythic quality to it; it appears to be the ultimate Dominant achievement.  I have heard tales of a Master being able to order his slave to cum via telephone and the slave doing so without even touching herself.  I personally have never witnessed this; nor have I ever achieved this feat.

What I have done is to train a submissive to become extremely sexually excited via a voice command.  The training technique I use is to deny orgasm over a period of time, thus building a heightened state of arousal.  Then you link your voice command to this excited state – by stating your command at the time of highest sexual arousal.  This conditioned response training is one way to get closest to making the submissive “cum on command.”  And maybe, using this technique over a period of time, it can actually be accomplished.

As with all my suggestions, they are just that – suggestions.  So let me know your experiences.  Good luck!

After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.

How To Use A Squirting Dildo For Kinky Sex

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There is a common misconception that squirting dildos are only for female-female couples that want to add a penis into the mix without the hassle of introducing a third party. However, this couldn’t be more wrong. Sure, female-female couples can enjoy a squirting dildo during their fun sexual encounters, but so can everyone else. The erotic view of ejaculation and the internal stimulation of your partner “finishing” inside you is a delight that can be enjoyed by any kinky player.

There are certain times where a regular dildo just isn’t going to scratch your itch. Squirting dildos, also known as ejaculating or cumming dildos are usually designed with all the realism of a real cock, with the added delicious finish that regular dildos lack. Whether you decide to fill it with a semen-like liquid substitute that tastes like cum or a fruity flavored lube of your choice, you’ll be amazed at how much fun you can have when you have full control of when the member comes to an explosive finish. 

If you’re feeling kinky, here are the best ways to use a squirting dildo for a sexy and stimulating time!

When you want your partner to finish inside you.

Let’s face it: the thought of your partner finishing inside you is super-hot – there’s something about the visual affirmation that you are the reason for your partner’s orgasm that can make you feel so desirable. Cum fetishes are a thing! What’s less hot? Pregnancy, UTIs and 3am leakage. Sometimes, your situation doesn’t allow for your partner to cum inside you.

That’s why squirting dildos are ideal for those wanting to indulge that internal ejaculation kink, and there are plenty of ways to do it. You can start your encounter with normal penetrative sex and finish off with the squirting dildo, or you can use the squirting dildo as the main course. The fun part of using a dildo for ejaculation is that you also decide what size you want your dildo to be. So, if you really want to get kinky, you can pick out a dildo an inch or two larger than your cock to use on your partner, if they so desire. That way, you can take their pleasure to another level after they’re already wet and stretched out from you or the toys you were using earlier, before finishing with a bang.

To add a kinky element to your usual routine.

If you’ve been with your partner for a while, chances are you’ve got a solid routine going. But what if you want to change it up with some bondage cuffs? Are you ready to try other sex toys? 

Maybe you’ve used dildos before, and they work great for you and your partner. Squirting dildos aren’t so far off from regular dildos – the only difference is the fact that you fill it up with your lubricant of choice, and hit a button when you want it to erupt. Whether you and/or your partner have a cock or not, there are tons of ways you can indulge in kinky play with these dildos.

Firstly, you can have your partner kneel in front of you while you shower their face with cum and delight in the erotic view of watching jizz drip down their face. If it’s a female-male couple, she can wear it on a harness and treat you to some pegging. You can also simply indulge in a creampie fantasy. If you want to change things up, a squirting dildo is a great place to start.

If you suffer from ED or premature ejaculation.

If you suffer from ED or premature ejaculation, squirting dildos may just be the perfect accessories to have on-hand to reduce pressure and allow you to still have a fun, sexy time with your partner. When you know that you have a back-up plan in case things don’t go as planned, you can relax and enjoy time spent with your lover instead of worrying about your performance.

You can use the squirting dildo in any way you like – strap it onto a harness, use it in-hand or suction cup it onto the floor and watch your partner turn you and themselves on as they ride it all the way to climax. Give the partner being penetrated control of the sperm reservoir (the bulb or syringe) so they can release the sperm right as they orgasm!

To role play having a threesome.

Threesomes aren’t for everyone, but there are some twosomes that may wonder what it would be like to have one. Better yet, what it would feel like. But not everyone is ready to introduce a third person into the bedroom, for a variety of reasons: jealousy, sexual health, or even just not being fully into it.

However, with a squirting dildo, you can enjoy all the perks of having a third party, without any issues that could come with it. Whether you stick it in your partner’s anus while you slip your cock into her vagina, or if you want to watch him suck on a dildo with a facial finish while you please him from behind, it can be incredibly sexy and stimulating to have one, two or even three cocks in the mix!

For females, there are some squirting dildos with suction cup bases so she can stick it onto the wall or window to simulate doggy while she pleasures you, or you can penetrate her vagina with the dildo while you finger her asshole for the ultimate dual climax, finishing her off with a lovely dose of warm cum all over her stomach. 

Whether you already own a squirting dildo or are planning to add one to your toy box sometime soon, I hope this article gives you some ideas on how to use it for some fun and kinky sex. 

What’s your favorite way to use a squirting dildo?

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Sex toy writer and reviewer for HotCherry. Kate covers everything from dildos to bdsm toys and everything in between.

This week in kink: June 18, 2018

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02_dita_von_teeseDita Von Teese shot by Danny Stygion

Check out Danny Stygion’s e-book, How to Create and Sell a Digital Magazine. Release date is this Friday, June 15.

The e-book includes a step-by-step guide on how to design and virtually distribute a digital
magazine with e-mail marketing and social media promotion advice.

Also, check out his amazing photography featured in this week’s issue!

About Danny Stygion

Danny Stygion (born March 21, 1980) is a photographer, magazine publisher,
filmmaker, and podcaster. He is the co-founder and editor of Sinical
Magazine, established in November 2010. Sinical Magazine focuses on
alternative culture and fetish fashion and has featured the world’s top
alternative models such as Dita Von Teese, Masuimi Max, and Bianca
Beauchamp. The Sinical Magazine Podcast was founded in 2015.

In 2013, subspace Magazine was launched, focusing on professional
Dominatrices and BDSM.

In 2015-2016, he produced a series of magazine issues for NightCulture,
Inc., a producer of live electronic music events.

In late 2016, he co-founded an independent film and video production
company called LP-1126 Productions.

Click here to check out his website

11_nova_nymphNova Nymph shot by Danny Stygion

Be sure to check out Sharesome, the new NSFW social networking site that allows you to post videos, photos, and links that often are banned by other social media sites

Click here to visit the site

12_jewell_marceauJewell Marceau shot by Danny Stygion

Learn about the Mile High Dungeon in Denver, Colorado. It has been known as one of the best dungeons in the United States

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04_ludella_hahnLudella Hahn shot by Danny Stygion

Sex workers are helping women to achieve better orgasms using weed lube

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